Brendan jerked his head up, and his pupils constricted. “Why did you come out of the car?”

Deirdre ignored him and continued to press on. “If someone from the outside learns that I was drugged today, it won’t do any good to any of us here. So, can you tell me what you will do about it?”

Mr. King Sr. set his jaw tightly. After a short while, he took a deep breath and said, “Of course, I’ll give you a satisfactory answer and bring the proprietor to justice. After Declan returns, I’ll ask him to go to your side and kneel to apologize to you. If you’re still unhappy about it, you can just send him to prison.”

Deirdre chuckled. “Things have come to this point, and you still want to protect Cillian?”

“I don’t know what you are talking about, Miss McKinnon,” replied Mr. King Sr.

“No, you are well aware,” Deirdre said without hesitation. “You are well aware that the one who drugged me wasn’t Declan.”

Perhaps Cillian had too much confidence in the drug because his plan was full of flaws.